On the Death of a Friend

Gone now.

Out of sight.

No more to roam.

Slowly and quickly,

Finishing now the race.

No longer here among us.

 

Still here.

Now alone.

Very alone.

Unable to move,

Life suspended in place.

Broken and beyond repair.

 

Risen.

Here no more.

As Christ now lives

Beside the Father,

Waiting and preparing,

Just beyond the veil so thin.

 

Not here.

Now gone there.

Behind the Christ 

He has now risen.

Taken the final step,

Abiding now in glory.